One of these days I’m gonna quit my job
And find a new one in New York
Would you come too?
'Cause I’m fond of you
And I think you could keep up
One of these days we’re gonna quit our jobs
One of these days I’m gonna quit my job
Start walking dogs in Central Park
Smoke the rest of your clove cigarettes
And be thankful that they’re gone
There’s no stress to prise out of our lungs
Right now all I want, is to laugh and sing
Forget my death is happening
And all the while my real friends are in a crowded room or an empty bar
We’ll slowly fade, out of this place in the most relaxing escape
One of these days I’m gonna have a child
And teach them to learn from my pride
The mistakes I made, the drugs I take, the pressure points I hide
One of these days I’m gonna have a child
One of these days I’m gonna die
And leave all of my shit behind
Some picture frames, a world of pain, in the passages of time
One of these days I’m gonna die
Right now all I want, is to laugh and sing
Forget my death is happening
And all the while my real friends are in a crowded room or an empty bar
We’ll slowly fade, out of this place in the most relaxing escape